The little girl stood rigidly in place, not moving a muscle.
The smile on her face had long since vanished.
Not just her-the other four who had come down from the rafters were also frozen in place, trembling all over.
Chen Mo was dumbfounded.
In his five years as an exorcist, he had seen his fair share of evil spirits.
Vicious ones, malicious ones, crazed ones, ones that clung to people and refused to let go.
But he had never seen any that were afraid.
The little girl's body shook like a sieve. On that deathly pale face, she actually managed to squeeze out a sort of... ingratiating smile.
Yes, ingratiating.
Like the town hoodlums meeting the county magistrate, like the apologetic smile he had given the melon farmer when he was caught stealing melons as a child.
But this was an evil spirit!
Chen Mo's head buzzed. He was utterly bewildered.
The young man in black bent over, still holding the little girl's head, and asked with a smile:
"Why aren't you talking anymore?"
The man in black was still smiling. "Don't you think this is fun?"
The little girl shook even harder.
Not just her-the other four were also shaking like chaff in a sieve.
Chen Mo would never forget this sight for the rest of his life.
Those things that had terrified him for five years,
those things that made him tuck a wooden sword beneath his pillow every night,
those things that kept everyone in Willow Gully from venturing out after dark...
were now kneeling on the ground, trembling like children who had done something wrong.
He even saw something in the little girl's eyes...
A plea.
She was begging the man in black to spare her.
An evil spirit begging someone to spare it?
Chen